70. You better Calm Down
Brother of the bride checking in: I was in the party because our father passed away, and I gave her away at the ceremony.
After the rehearsal, everyone went back to her house before dinner. Our mother, a master at baking, was putting the finishing touches on the wedding cake, while on chemo for breast cancer and barely able to hold the bag of frosting. My sister noticed some small detail was not good enough and was standing there, red-faced, screaming at my mother that she was ruining her wedding and her life. About 20 guests are staring in disbelief.
I shouted at her “Hey you want to walk down the aisle with two fucking black eyes?” My aunt grabbed my sister by the arm and took her to another room for a chat. That seemed to cool her down a bit.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, the reception was fun, and the cake was beautiful. No one mentions the incident now.